In the hush, where murmurs linger
Beneath the canopy of time's embrace,
The Whistletree hums a gentle tune,
A melody lost between worlds.
Shadows dance on dew-kissed leaves,
Illuminated by a transient moon.
Here, dreams weave through branches,
In whispers, woven threads of truth.
Beneath its roots, a tale unfurls,
Of forgotten loves and wandering souls.
Cast in twilight, we hear their sighs,
Echoes of laughter, a fleeting joy.
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